We don’t usually do much in the way of celebrating Halloween at our house. There aren’t any parties to attend, we don’t have little ones to take trick-or-treating. We don’t even give out candy on Halloween. Guess we’re Halloween scrooges.
Motor Man and I did participate in a “Trunk or Treat” for classic cars/street rods yesterday at our local Sonic’s. He threatened to cover the word “good” on my shirt with black electrical tape.
Saturday, my friend, Donna, and I attended the Trick or Treat Farmers Market. We wore our witch hats (again) and handed out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Our little yellow car (Vicky) was in a dress rehearsal for Sunday’s event, so it was a good photo op.
The remainder of today’s post is a repeat from 2010, when I shared photos of some of Marshall’s Halloween costumes through the years.
This first photo is from the year he was 4. He was Tom the Cat, and I made his costume. Too bad we took this picture before we applied his (black eyeliner) whiskers and nose. His friend was Jerry, the Mouse, and they won best costume(s) at our local McDonald’s that year. Marshall was very upset because one of the boys there kept stepping on his tail. I guess that would be a cause for concern. The costume was made of gray sweatshirt-type fabric. And as I recall, the weather was VERY warm that evening.
This next one was the year Marshall was a scarecrow. I’m thinking he was 5 years old, but I’m not sure.
The Halloween that Marshall was eight, he was a pirate. Don’t those tube socks and hi-top Converse All Stars tennis shoes just complete the whole pirate ensemble? There’s the black eyeliner again – this time it’s the mustache and beard stubble. Yep, I made this costume too.
One year, he had to dress in character for a book report at school. Luckily (for me, anyway), this was just before Halloween, so his costume that year did double duty. He was Davy Crockett. Once again, I made his costume, and let me tell ya, that coon skin cap was quite the challenge. Too bad it doesn’t show up in the photo.
Creating his costume each year was a combined effort: I did the sewing, and Marshall was the technical adviser. I only wish we had pictures of every costume.
Guess I wasn’t a Halloween scrooge in those days.
~These Days Of Mine~